Ann Arbor Review

INSIDE THIS ISSUE:

Paul B. Roth
Michelle Bailat-Jones
Amit Parmessur
Lana Bella
Elisavietta Ritchie
Peycho Kanev
Helen Gyigya
Alan Britt
Shutta Crum
Ali Znaidi
Lyn Lifshin
Ann Christine Tabaka
Silvia Scheibli
Fahredin Shehu
Robert Nisbet
Laszlo Slomovitz
Rajnish Mishra
Keith Moul
Eddie Awusi
Andy N
Running Cub
Sanjeev Sethi

Alex Ferde
Deji W. Adesoye
W. M. Rivera
Shantanu Siuli
Duane Locke

Jennifer Burd
Violeta Allmuca

Fred Wolven
Michael Lee Johnson

Aneek Chatterjee

Richard Gartee
John Grey


Ann Arbor Review

is an independent

International Journal & ezine

Copyright (c) 2018 Francis Ferde
All rights revert back to each poet.
--editor / Southeastern Florida
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AAR history note:  in print 1967 - 1980.  Irregular publications 1980 - 2004.  As ezine 2004 - present. Most of 48 years all together....

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FOTO POEM # 1
      
For June Morrall

Night sky
blooms
like spiny oysters

Lapis sand
lies curled
in my memory

Opal moons
splash black pearls
over your throat

I still see you
driving
across the local
brussels sprouts field
in your red mustang

Convinced
your passport
that only mentioned your dreams
not your actual address
would get you
where you wanted to go

I doubt you regret
leaving behind
the things
you clung to
so urgently
now that
you own
the night sky

 

FOTO POEM # 3

A barn owl’s
white wings
stretch far
into the night sky

A lone shooter’s
bulleted dreams
at a late harvest

I do not feel
the moon’s earth-shine
cross my shoulders
halo-like
the way my ancestors did

 

FOTO POEM # 4

She had her back to us
cigar smoldering
Cuban seed
she said
only the best
homegrown
among
exotic orchids
and windowsill basil

She was difficult
listened to cicadas
wore pontiac pink lipstick
loved night swimming

She hoped to spot an owl
secretly in love
with jaguars
but seeing a fox at day break
made her day

Loving everything Cuban
she refused to visit Habana
not wanting anything to interfere
with her dream scape
or her much-loved
Buena Vista Social Club

I outgrew her
many times
forgave her
punished her
tried to reason
but could not change
a thing

 

FOTO POEM # 5

Night wind
in a white dress

Clouds
in black

Sound stretching like a cat

Bumba rapa ba ba

Tell me,
what is that music?

Yo quiero
your keyboard of dreams
Where my forgotten
feelings
sit like old bricks
to fire up
the kiln



FOTO POEM # 6

At Guevavi Ranch

It takes a thousand sticks
to cast a single shadow

Blind-folded by sitting
on cement porch for hours
we follow
barn swallows’
jagged flight
shearing the pond’s dark water
hear the
white-washed skeletal sky
moan

And remember
our old shoes
covered in mud
we always tried to remove
for no reason
at all



FOTO POEM # 7

Yavapai rain turns to sand

& August endures
like us
alone like
one gold finch feather.

“No Big Horn Sheep today, just stones,” a boy repeats.

Our moonless faces
reflect the
Santa Rita dark lavender shoulders
like a crescent
of misunderstandings
tied to each of our arms,
hands

We wait for the rain
to subside
before
opening up again

 

Silvia Scheibli, Rio Rico, Arizona


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